I've re-read my one shots and I feel like there's a lot of gaps I can fill in and play with. I have a lot of ideas jumping around. But the biggest one is the development of their relationship between No Words Needed and Shower Thoughts. I figured this little multi-chapter diddy would help close that gap. And yes, smut will abound, with a healthy dose of my secret ingredient (shhhhh it's angst).

Also, LazyPerfection, I've recently stumbled upon your amazing Fraphne art on Tumblr and it's beautiful! Just absolutely fabulous! You are truly talented. Keep it up, you're doing the Lord's work!

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Fred woke up in increments, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was was a dull ache in his thighs, like a burn from a good jog.

He blinked his eyes open, seeing the grey metal ceiling of the van above him. Turning his head, he saw Daphne's still sleeping form nuzzled against his body, her shoulders gently rising and falling with her breathing.

If it wasn't for his pants being half way down his legs and the gorgeous woman beside him as evidence, he might have chalked everything up to being a really erotic dream. A fantasy, he was embarrassed to admit, he's dreamt of at least once a week since he was a teenager.

He visually roamed over Daphne's body, taking in her messy red hair, lips parted ever so slightly, and her lipstick smudged due to their rough kissing. Rare were the times when she was seen as less than perfect, every strand of hair was always pristinely brushed into place. But now, he absorbed her disorderly appearance, feeling his heart swell knowing it was all because of him. What they had done together.

Her disheveled state of dress made him drop his gaze to her chest. Their love making had stretched her tank top down low, deliciously revealing the tops of her breasts, the green fabric still covering her nipples.

Fred felt his lower bits twitch to attention, as he was suddenly overcome with the feeling to touch her pillowy flesh and feel it's weight in his palm. They both had been so passionate earlier, they hadn't really taken the time for proper exploration. He bit his bottom lip, wondering if he should just wake her up now with his mouth to her chest.

He leaned forward, but froze mid-action, thoughts of caution zipping across his mind a mile a minute. Better not do this just yet, he decided. He'd waited years for a chance with Daphne like this. Perhaps taking it slower from now on would be best.

Fred propped his head up on a fist instead, silently watching her sleep.

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When Daphne's eyes creaked open and her first sight was of Fred smiling, she didn't hide her own girlish grin. After all, it's not everyday you wake up next to your long-time crush from your teenage years.

She stretched, stiffling a yawn, her body pleasantly humming, "Is it morning yet?"

"It is. But still very early. My watch says half past two."

"I must not be as limber as I used to be," she rubbed her back, "Sleeping on the van floor isn't as comfortable anymore. I've got aches all over."

Fred chuckled and held an arm up, silently inviting Daphne to snuggle closer, "Well, after last night, I'd say we're both pretty sore."

She sighed contentedly, trailing her fingers lazily up his chest, until he caught her hand, kissing the knuckles. The closeness and intimacy that they now shared made her blush. She'd be lying if she said this very scenario wasn't a million dreams come true.

Daphne drew his mouth down to hers, kissing him with ease, as if they'd done this together forever. She deepened the kiss, letting her eyes drift closed, sliding her tongue along side his. Fred's hands were already busy running along her back, grasping her backside tightly, pulling her against himself.

It all felt so right, as if these very actions of kissing and touching had been made only for them. She was silently hoping for a repeat of the previous evening when an unwanted thought crossed her mind.

Don't think about how awkward it'll be if you break-up. It's going to hurt so much.

She stiffened automatically, but the thoughts kept coming anyway, like a train at full speed.

You love him. You've loved him so for long, but there's no guarantee that he loves you back. Sex does not a relationship make.

Her eyes shot wide open.

Good luck finding a new camera man if it comes to that. Fred's the best there is. Kiss both of your careers goodbye. And your friendship.

She hated to agree with the voice in her head, but her conscious was making a lot of sense. They really shouldn't be doing this. They shouldn't have done anything like this in the first place, pushing boundaries. It will just wind up hurting them both. She pulled her lips away, gently pushing Fred back. "Fred. Stop. We can't do this. Not again."

Daphne tried to ignore the confusion crossing his handsome face.

"Why not? The mechanic hasn't gotten here yet." He said simply.

"I mean this…us," she gestured around with her hand, "I don't want to ruin what we already have together."

Fred laughed, leaning forward to kiss her again, "Daph, last night was…without a doubt…the best night of my life. You couldn't possibly ruin anything."

She tugged away from him again, this time completely out of his arms, a frown creasing her beautiful features. "I'm serious. Things got carried away. I should've known better."

She ran her fingers through her hair, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry, Fred. I really am. It's all my fault. I…I don't know why I did that."

She witnessed a pleathora of emotions came over her blonde companion, namely bewilderment and doubt. He finally sat back against the old blankets, creating more distance between them. Licking his lips, he said, "I could have sworn…that maybe…you felt something too. Something between us."

Daphne looked away. "No," she lied, her heart cracking at her own words.

He seemed to deflate, rubbing his eyes with one hand, "So last night meant nothing to you? It was all a mistake?"

Daphne fliched at his bluntness, "Yes."

His jaw tensed, and an awkward, painful silence fell between them. Fred stood up then from the make-shift pallet and zipped his pants back up, fastening his belt buckle. The sound of leather and metal clicking together was loud in the quiet of the van.

A booming knock on the driver's side door snapped them back to reality. "That'll be the mechanic," Fred said, his voice crisp.

Daphne winced at his tone, I deserve this, she thought, for leading him on this way. He must hate me now.

She glanced up as he moved around her to the door. Before she could stop herself she asked, "Are we still friends?"

Fred's deep swallow was audible, a pause, and then he nodded his head stiffly, "Friends."

He stepped out, slamming the van door behind him, leaving her to her own guilty thoughts. She buried her face in her hands…stupid stupid stupid.